Next to Mercurie, as wol befalle, Stant that Planete which men calle Venus, whos constellacion Governeth al the nacion Of lovers, wher thei spiede or non, Of whiche I trowe thou be on: Bot whiderward thin happes wende, Schal this planete schewe at ende, As it hath do to many mo, To some wel, to some wo.

Yo... SRS... I got mixed up and thought I was posting the following to this thread but I posted it to the Brain Surgery thread and it is not appropriate there... can you delete it? Here is my post...

Got it.

Lemmie get this straight. If I send you $, you send him BACK? Ya know, Canucks ain't that fuckin stunnedasmearse eh? EH? That might be a miscontruation on my part of some kinda Yankee joke but in either case, I ain't laughin... eh? Know what I mean eh? Eh?

Man... moozzze season started Tuesday and NB Hunters on FB is full of pics. Sweet gentle dyin Jaysus we got some big bugger moozes in NB. I detest "trophies"(I was taught you take everything you don't eat back to where you got it and say a prayer) but it looks like a new Canuck record for score. 1000 pounders, dressed, are common. That's a lotta pancakes and maple slurpup. I have been getting the itch meself lookin at all the pics but I gave it up years ago. Just can't see crackin anything anymore. Maybe pigeons in the back yard if WWIII breaks out. Any suggestions for pigeons, Rap? I have a 270, 2 Dirty Thirties, a semi 12, an o/u 12, others. Of course, I live in the city so maybe a wooden box and string?

Get some fishing net, tie weights around the edges, and drop it on the pigeons. Or use an air rifle -- I recommend a .177 caliber Ruger Air Hawk Elite (about USD 180.00) but 'most any air rifle will work. Or use an adhesive as birdlime. Or just sneak up on 'em and hit 'em with a big stick -- toss out some corn or other bait first.

Now for fish, find a shallow-ish pool with fish in it and walk around to stir up the mud really well. This will deplete the water of oxygen and fish will float to the top where you can grab 'em. I understand that dried and powdered walnut hulls makes a non-toxic (to humans) fish poison. Or use a seine (see net, above). Remember though that one man's fish is another man's poisson.

Amos is out on a walkabout so I'll acknowledge the Chaucerian era author and the lifting of a poem by Rap. Good job.

Those guys must be having so much fun they've forgotten all about us. On facebook Amos put up a photo of himself with JOE OFFER, of all people, at the Library of Congress. SOB! Talk about rubbing it in!

They won't let you browse in the stacks and won't check anything out for you to take home. They wouldn't even send me their Gutenberg Bible on Interlibrary Loan. As bad as the Folger Shakespeare Library.

I think a new paradigm is needed in computing: a trinary system. As you know (but I'll reiterate it anyway), the current system is binary: yes-no, open-closed, on-off, 1-0, and so on.

I propose a trinary system based upon Erwin Schrödinger's famous Gedankenexperiment of 1935. This system would utilize not two, but three, possible states: for example, a switch could be in a state of on, off, or who knows?. Numerically, this would be 0, 1, or 2. You can immediately see the importance and usefulness of this system.

But we can go further and use a system even more relevant to today's needs and those of the future: a quaternary system. This would be based upon not two, not three, but four possible states: on,off, who knows?, and who cares? Numerically, 0, 1, 2, 3.

I believe the last to be the most valuable, but even more systems are possible. A quincenary system could be based upon on, off, who knows?, who cares?, and I didn't do it; numberically 0, 1, 2, 3, 4. This system would be the ne plus ultra for political computing.

3 - On and off at the same time - you'd tangle the Internet so much that it would be an incomprehensible mess! Anyone able to post anything they want without fear of taking up valuable real estate . . .

The Internet is already an indescribable mess. Well, not the Internet per se, but the WWW is. Just look at the fact that we've had to go from the perfectly wonderful IPv4 to the incomprehensible IPv6! Who want to give an IP address to every grain of sand on the bloody planet?

Home again, Mom! Head spinning from an amazing Getaway weekend and the Invasion of DC by the Ribald Folkies. Joe Offer picked up a docent from the American Folklore department int he Library of Congress on the fly and the next thing I knew we were being given a guided tour of all the best parts of the Library of Congress. Then we had a private session with two of the LOC folks at Lisa Null's house swapping bawdy songs with Abby Sale and Lisa. It was just one damn thing after another all the long week long!

My son, when you change "have to" to "choose to" in your life, new horizons will open. But i your case, I understand completely and am sorry you were not there with us cavorting on the banks of the West River.

I don 't mind being thought young, as long as I don't have to prove anything. I am still running after-images from the last couple of weeks through my weary brain. Driving from NC to DC and on to MD with Joe and Abby and Dani was such a barrel of laughs.

You're gonna hafta make up your mind, Booquemanne, as to which set of characteristics you wish to denigrate and ridicule. You can mock my youthful vigor and robust good looks, or my accumulated wisdom and acquired knowledge. But mocking them both makes you look bitter, ya know?

Hey, MOM, I turned in that resume and letter of interest last night. I found a job relisted, one I interviewed for last summer and the guy they hired apparently didn't work out. It would be the best of all worlds - returning to what I used to do that I enjoyed, and running the little electronic library branch that the library hasn't supported for years. They want someone who can show people how to use the databases, to do reference work. Let's hope they're smarter about the hire this time and choose me.

No, I am better than bitter. Were I bitter then the biter would be bit and I am not the biter. Being bitter balloons one's karma, I believe, and ballooning karma belies belief! Nay, our youthful indiscretions become the basis for our adult selves if we only learn from them.

"It's remarkable how much 'mature wisdom' resembles being tired." --Lazarus Long